The Heart Behind the Den

She heard the cries no one else could hear—
Soft whimpers hidden behind fur and fear.
With open hands and a gentle grace,
She created a haven, a healing place.

A thousand eyes with flickered gold,
Found refuge in her arms’ enfold.
Each brush of fur, each tiny paw,
Was held as sacred, without flaw.

She wove her love through straw and pine,
Built sanctuaries one heart at a time.
Her soul sang lullabies in rustling leaves,
And danced in fox tails on autumn eves.

But even bright stars dim unseen,
And love that deep can ache between.
In giving all, she bore the weight—
A silent burden few could translate.

Now silence echoes where laughter stood,
Yet her kindness lingers in every wood.
In amber glows and morning dew,
Her spirit whispers: "I loved you true."

So let the foxes leap and play,
In fields that hold her light each day.
Her legacy—both wild and soft—
is in every rescue and in our hearts.